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Aspen's Point Of View

Chp. 7

Frankie and I sat on our black hotel couch, reminiscing memories. I sighed and laid back, Frankie kept going through the photos our dad and step mum sent us. What makes this moment so perfect is, we're both on a sugar high.

"We had to at least be eight." She said showing me a photo us in purple ballerina skirts at a petting zoo. I laughed "Most likely."

"I LIKE THIS SOOOOONNNGGG!!" Frankie yelled, dropping her phone onto the ground. She hopped, literally. Hopped over to the kitchen to most likely get more junk food.

"Frankie, you do realize that's our song." I spoke eating some Doritos.

"PFFT... I KNEW THAT." She yelled in response, I shook my head in laughter as someone knocked

"I got it!!" She dashed towards the door. I paused the music and looked around the room realizing, there's wrapped from twinkies and zebra cakes EVERYWHERE.

"Hey." I heard a deep voice, recognizing it I look over to see Wesley when suddenly the door was flung shut. Frankie turned around with red flushed cheeks and puppy eyes.

"I don't have issues with them." I smiled innocently "Plus, Keaton's pretty darn cute." I whispered

"D'AAWW HOW CUUTTE!!!!!" She squealed as I smacked her, shushing her as I re-opened the door to see two, very attractive males, who were oddly confused.

"Can we help you?" I questioned

"Simon wants to know what happened." Wesley answered

"Can't he come?" I replied

"That'd be a bad idea don't you think.." Frankie spoke as she gave me a look, oh yeah, Our living room is trashed.

"Anyways, can we come in?" Wesley smiled, my eyes widen

"Uuhh... We'll be back!" I said, as Frankie and I shut the door and rushed to clean up the living room

"So.. you and Wes?" I whispered

Frankie's Point of View

I tried to hide a blush as Aspen whispered me a question about my crush.

"Why did we eat so much junk food, there's trash everywhere!" I whisper yelled trying to dodge the question.

"Frankie..." she trailed off as we heard the door creak open. We both turned to look and discovered the cause of our interrupted argument that I was not ready to have. Plus she can't blame me for liking Wes. She likes Keaton. I can tell she thinks of him more than just 'cute'. She likes him.

I wave off my thoughts and return to the problem at hand. When Wes and Keaton just walk in without any invitation. They just waltzed in like they owned the place. I scoffed and walked up to the two absent mindedly males with Aspen's and I's trash still in hand.

"And what do you think you two are doing?" I asked being the sassy girl I am putting my empty hand on my hip.

"We saw the mess before you closed the door, so we want to help," Keaton answered and started up on the kitchen which was in good view of our living room. I turn to Wes and raised a questioning eyebrow.